Prophet for a Day (posted 2015-09-01)

Soon after the wild daylilies have finished blooming, another flower in my yard turns to prophecy. The pale blue blossoms are long gone, but a few of the leaves on a few of the plants have another calling now. For about a day, they prophesy the next season.

Prophet for a Day|Wild geranium|(just one leaf for just one day)|turns in high summer.

Fall Preview (posted 2016-07-21)

As happens in many years where I live, late August of 2016 was a sneak preview of fall, the year’s best season. Days were still too warm, but more were dry and breezy while fewer were hot and humid. A few cool nights led to chilly mornings, and I suddenly noticed that my garden flag with a picture of phlox was out-of-season. The roadsides have goldenrod and purple loosestrife now.

Virginia creeper is turning, as are some red maples in wet areas. Nearly all the healthy trees are still green, but there is a hint of yellow in many of those greens. The process will slow to a crawl in September; I will spend much of that month grumbling when the weather backslides and thinking “C’mon! C’mon!” when I look at green leaves.

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As my earlier post in praise of dandelions noted, the same spunk that frustrates prissy gardeners also thrusts green and gold into the grayest and grimmest of our cityscapes. I like that tradeoff, so I am glad I can respond to

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As happens in many years where I live, late August of 2016 was a sneak preview of fall, the year’s best season. Days were still too warm, but more were dry and breezy while fewer were hot and humid. A few cool nights led to chilly mornings, and I suddenly noticed that my garden flag with a picture of phlox was out-of-season. The roadsides have goldenrod and purple loosestrife now.

Virginia creeper is turning, as are some red maples in wet areas. Nearly all the healthy trees are still green, but there is a hint of yellow in many of those greens. The process will slow to a crawl in September; I will spend much of that month grumbling when the weather backslides and thinking “C’mon! C’mon!” when I look at green leaves.